I hold this banner above my headIt screams in green and black and red.Scribbled thoughts and pantheons. Write my name in blood.The same story that reads for years. The same.Take me from room to room in the darkPair me with what I am used toIn their shadow I was secureAlone in a room

But now the arena of the struggle. It covers my mind in smut.My conscience has left the building.I’m alone in a room.Service slaves. Addicts of apathy. I reject.The ones I respect will be falsely labeled narcissists. MegalomaniacsBut never cowards.

The fakes they change and crash like wavesThe worms come in droves but only when it rains.